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[s]What I have of[/s] Alexa's Backstory

November 16, 2016 at 3:23pm

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I was stuck in an orphanage. I was six months old, and nobody, including myself, knew how smart I would become. There, at the orphanage, I learned how to walk when I was 7 months old. A month later, I was adopted by a very nice couple. I said my first word a couple weeks after, and could speak when I was one and a half. My parents knew that I was smart, but not to what extent.

In preschool, every day was very boring to me. Although the days there were short, they were still very boring. I spent almost all day reading, except when the teacher was teaching. Then, I pretended to pay attention out of respect, but already knew everything she was teaching. Whenever we had free time, I read. I didn’t interact with anyone else because I was and still am really shy. I had no friends. The same thing happened in kindergarten. We learned basic math, reading, and writing. I already knew all of it. I was always the first to finish reading something, and the only thing that kept me from finishing all of the math problems within fifty seconds was the speed of my writing. I was reading chapter books by then, fictional ones. In first grade, anything I learned I realized I could’ve learnt in about an hour. I also started reading nonfiction texts, to learn from them. By the end of first grade, I still had no friends, and probably could’ve gotten a PhD.

I went through preschool, kindergarten, and first grade before I knew how smart I was. Then, I started skipping grades every few years. Because of my intelligence and speed of going through school, I had no friends When I got to middle school, when I was nine, I saw my first laptop. I got it, and at first used it for what I was supposed to. A week later, I found out about games. The unblock ones took over my life for the next week, and then I got bored. This lead to me hacking the computer. In an hour, I’d learned how to hack and hacked the school computer. While I knew this was wrong, there could be no real harm from it. I played more games, and also read educational articles. I learned first about computers and electronics because they amazed me. I wanted to build my own computer, but my parents didn’t want to waste the money. I could, however, buy the school computer from the allowance I had saved.

I went to some really nice, rich-ish people and borrowed a total of about a hundred thousand dollars. The reason I didn’t do that earlier was because I was, and still am, insanely shy. With the money, I built my own computer, one of the fastest on earth. I used it to render in 3D without lag, and to virtually build machines. Using my 3D rendering, I built things, including a robot that only I knew was a robot. It was almost impossible to find out otherwise. I named the robot Alex, and hacked into the main database the US uses to hold everyone’s information, and gave Alex his own, fake information. I used Alex to build a company, Virtual Universe, Inc. It sold computers at first, really fast ones. A week later, Virtual Universe, Inc. was worldwide. This was about three months after I borrowed the money, and I returned it. I was eleven years old, in tenth grade.

Sometimes I would go to the school that I would go to, and see if anyone there might be a good friend. I finally found one when I was twelve. I saw this girl who looked like a regular twelve-year-old girl, but I could tell this one was smart. Very smart. Not only because she was in eighth grade, but I could just feel it. I went over and said hi, which was the scariest thing I’d done to date. She introduced herself.

“Hi, I’m Avery. What’s your name?”

“I’m Alexa. Nice to meet you.”

“Alexa... that name sounds familiar... oh! You’re not the kid with the 256 IQ, are you?”

I nodded shyly. “I’m also the real owner of Virtual Universe, Inc.”

“What?! Really?!”

“Yes, really. This is Alex, if you were wondering.” I made Alex appear from right next to me. “I bent the light around him to hide him wherever I wanted.”

“Whoa. But anyways, why’d you come here and talk to me?”

“Avery. Think. You’re smart.”

“You’re.... You have no friends. That’s why. But you saw me, and could tell that I was different.”

“Yes. You wanna come over to my house sometime?”

“Sure! Where’s....”

I gave Avery a piece of paper with a complex code on it. “Crack it. Now. And you can miss your bus.”

As she cracked the code, I studied her face. She’s cute. Wait. What. Where did that come from? Avery took 10 minutes to crack the code, which had a 32-digit password on it, and directions to check her email.

I smiled. “Here.” I gave her a pair of jet boots and a controller. “Come to my house anytime.” We both flew off, back to our own houses.

With my money, I built a mansion, thinking of moving there someday, and the server of VU. When I say I built it, I mean I didn’t hire people to build it. I made a bunch of robots to built it for me. Less money wasted on slow humans. About a week later, Avery flew over to my house, and I showed her my stuff. I also had a lot of money, which was officially Alex’s. I kept this all secret from my parents because I knew they would be greedy and want the money for themselves. The physical server of VU wasn’t at my house, but at the Pentagon.

After about a month, my parents said they wanted to talk to me.

“What is it with you and Avery?” my mom asked.

“What do you mean by that?”

“By that, I mean that you have a crush on her.”

“What?! Where did that come from? I don’t have a crush on her!” It was the first lie I ever told.

Ouchhh my page css is so bad I need to make a better one
Anyways I had this idea after watching some CollegeHumor video about how satan/devil gave each of CH's member's like i guess "personalized" punishments but this one guy just got a cheese grater to rub on his face for eternity so like idk
But anyways my idea was like to write a journal of a personalized punishment for myself and yeah idk
(i might actually do this if I have any free time over this summer, I have a lot of plans)
Oh yes I'm kinda actve now lol

I was stuck in an orphanage. I was six months old, and nobody, including myself, knew how smart I would become. There, at the orphanage, I learned how to walk when I was 7 months old. A month later, I was adopted by a very nice couple. I said my first word a couple weeks after, and could speak when I was one and a half. My parents knew that I was smart, but not to what extent.

Oh yeah... I was writing Alexa's Backstory last year.... If you don't already know and you liked my story, I've stopped writing, but I may do a re-write, and I'll post what I have from Alexa's Backstory! ^v^ (it's pretty crappy like all of my art)